I now discovered — as in hasty love matches has but too often proved to be the case — that my guide and I were unhappily missuited to each other, and the consequence was we had at least six quarrels […]

Did they not sometime cry All hail to me?

Smith was on the bubble but lost out when Jones was faster by a tenth of a second.

[W]hen any of his descendants chose to take him to task for the crudeness of his manners he was accustomed to look them coldly over and retort that things had come to a pretty pass when comparatively new people ventured to instruct the oldest of the old settlers as to what was or was not good form.